Food for the people

Qiao Ling returned to his room, took out three sticks of incense from the basket hanging behind the door, lit them with a torch, and carefully inserted/inserted them into the incense burner on the small table. Behind the incense burner were three tablets of similar shape, two Engraved with the name, there is also an empty object that belongs to Qiao Sheng.

After inserting the incense into the censer, Qiao Ling knelt down in front of the table and kowtowed several times with both hands on the ground.

"Father, mother, brother, I'm here to burn incense for you."

As soon as Qiao Ling opened his mouth, his eyes turned red, and tears welled up in his eyes, but none of them remained.

"Are you all doing well down there? No one has entrusted me with dreams these days, so I can assume that you are living well down here."

"I'm also living a good life. I have food and clothing, and I have an older brother who loves me."

"This brother is very capable. He can cook anything delicious. A few days ago, he made a small cart that can be pushed around. Today, he took me to a stall with him. He sells delicious shredded pork noodles with sauerkraut. You must have never tasted it, it was really delicious, it was sold out in less than two hours when I went out for the first time today, how many people wanted to eat but didn’t get it.”

Qiao Ling sniffed and continued, "It would be great if you could eat it."

After he babbled about his recent situation, he continued, "Father, mother and brother, if you are alive in heaven, you don't need to take care of me too much. Take care of your brother first. He came here from another place alone. Like me, he has no relatives, and he still needs to take care of me, he needs your care more than me, please bless him, and live a long and healthy life.”

After speaking, he leaned over and kowtowed a few more times, then got up and patted his trouser legs, and walked out of the room step by step.

Qiao Yu didn't sleep for a long time. When he woke up, the sun had not yet set. The last ray of sunlight passed through the window, casting a dim yellow and warm light into the room. Looking from the window, I saw Qiao Ling's small body holding a big axe, chopping the firewood into evenly sized pieces with one stroke, feeling relieved and distressed.

He packed his clothes a few times and got up from the bed, opened the door and shouted: "Don't break it, come here."

Hearing his cry, Qiao Ling put down the axe, rubbed his hands casually on his body a few times, ran up to him, and asked, "What's wrong, brother?"

Qiao Yu patted his head, told him to come in and sit down, took out a bulging purse from his arms and handed it to him, saying, "This is the money I earned today, count it for me."

Qiao Ling nodded obediently, dumped the full purse onto the bed, and fell off the bed with a splash.

He sat down on the edge of the bed with his head down, counted back and forth twice, then raised his head excitedly and said, "Brother, the total is 260 five coins."

But in less than two hours, he earned 260 five cents, how could this not make him excited.

It was about the same as Qiao Yu estimated, and the amount of noodles he sold was almost the same.

Before Qiao Ling got up, Qiao Yu also sat down beside him. After counting a hundred coins, he put the remaining copper coins into his purse, and signaled to Qiao Ling, "These are yours."

Qiao Ling's eyes widened, and the next second he began to shake his head like a rattle.

"No, I don't want it. Brother, you earned it so hard. How can I want it?"

Qiao Yu looked at him calmly: "If your brother gave this money, you wouldn't mind it?"

Qiao Ling suddenly lost his voice. His elder brother loved him since he was a child. After doing business with Qiao's father, he secretly gave him a lot of money. Naturally, he had no reason to back down. He just took it.

"So in your heart, I'm still different from your brother?"

Qiao Yu still looked at him with the same indifferent expression, Qiao Ling panicked all of a sudden, and said anxiously: "It's the same, in my heart, you are my brother, the dearest brother."

Qiao Yu's heart softened, he sighed softly, and the expression on his face also changed. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of Qiao Ling's head again, and said, "Then if I give it to you, you can keep it. You treat me like a brother, don't I Didn't he treat you as a younger brother? Why do younger brothers and elder brothers care about so much?"

Qiao Ling nodded with red eyes, and dared not say a word.

Qiao Yu has never seen such a sensible and well-behaved child at such a young age. People say that seven/eight or nine-year-old dogs are disgusting, but there is no trace on Qiao Ling. Without the slightest trace of a child, it may appear to be well-behaved and sensible to outsiders, but is it really good for him to be so sensible?Children should always look like children.

That's why Qiao Yu has been working hard to change Qiao Ling's fixed thinking, and wants Qiao Ling to rely on him more, and it's fine to act coquettishly and shamelessly like other children once in a while.

"Here, this is the purse I bought for you on West Street last time. Pack it up and put it away. I will save some for you every day in the future. This money is your pocket money after you go to school, and the pen and ink you need I have to use this pocket to buy the paper and inkstone, you have no objection." Qiao Ling took out a black purse embroidered with the word "Fu" from under the pillow, and handed it to Qiao Ling.

Qiao Ling nodded like a pounding garlic, so there would be no opinion at all.

He took the purse carefully, put the copper coins into the purse carefully, and finally put the purse in his arms with great care. After putting it away, he raised his head and smiled at Qiao Yu, "Brother, I put it away."

Qiao Yu nodded his head: "I wish you had been so obedient earlier, let's go, go prepare things for tomorrow, and see what we have for dinner by the way."

The two of them came to the kitchen room together, the sun was setting and the sun could not reach the kitchen room, so Qiao Ling went back to the meeting room and lit a small oil lamp.

The oil lamp was dim and dim, unable to illuminate the whole room, only a small area. Qiao Ling held the oil lamp and followed Qiao Yu. When Qiao Yu left, he would go. When Qiao Yu stopped, he would stop. He will also pay great attention to the moths flying around the oil lamp, and keep them away from Qiao Yu and the pot.

It was a bit late, so Qiao Yu didn't do anything else. He peeled a few potatoes given by Grandma Song, and half a pumpkin that was stored from autumn to winter. He added a spoonful of ruddy soy sauce to his homemade chili sauce. After frying until the aroma was tangy, he added a spoonful of water. When the water boiled, the potatoes and pumpkins were overcooked and soft. Finally, a small bowl of sauerkraut was added to the soup with water.

It became a bowl of fragrant potato soup.

This is a special method in the Tian/Chaonan area. It was taught to him by a friend of his. After tasting it once, he liked its salty, fragrant and slightly sour taste very much. It became his specialty.

Potatoes are soft and glutinous, pumpkin is sweet and fragrant, plus just the right amount of slightly sour to stimulate the taste buds, it is delicious and appetizing. Although it seems that there is no staple food, both potatoes and pumpkins have a good sense of fullness and are not difficult to digest Food, so it's perfect for dinner.

Eating a bowl so steaming in winter will make you feel warm while you are full.

The two of them ate a bowl of steaming hot food while discussing tomorrow's stall.

At the beginning of today, I met the enthusiastic Wan Niang, so the two of them didn't even go to the established route, and they sold all the things they had prepared on West Street. In fact, after buying Qiao Yu, he thought of it, but he didn't expect it The thing is that it will sell out so fast.

This small change directly affected Qiao Yu's future plans. He planned not to go to the gate of the city that he originally wanted to go to. If they could buy everything on West Street, they would be happy to avoid such a long journey.

But someone like Wanniang is a rare opportunity, if there is one today, it may not be there tomorrow, so I have to rely on myself in everything, and it is the last word that delicious food can attract customers.

After talking about this, I started to talk about what Qiao Yu needed to prepare. Apart from sauerkraut and shredded pork, the most important thing to prepare in advance was noodles. There seemed to be a little bit of noodles in Hanyang City, and there were not too many things related to noodles in West Street. There are many, so there is a reason why Qiao Yu's stall can attract so many customers on the first day. If it is delicious, people will definitely continue to buy it. If it is not delicious, no matter how novel it is, it will not attract everyone's attention for a long time. of.

But fortunately, judging from everyone's reactions, Qiao Yu's work received a good response.

The noodles in the shredded pork noodles are self-made by Qiao Yu after thinking for a long time. There is no dried noodles in this era, and they can only be made by hand. However, there is a fatal disadvantage of ordinary handmade noodles, that is, they cannot be stored in large quantities. It will stick together and affect the taste.But if you don't make it in advance, it's not impossible to make it on site, but that requires a venue, and they can't do it with this small car now, and it will take more time to wait for him to operate it by himself in the later stage.So Qiao Yu made some improvements to the recipe of handmade noodles, appropriately reducing the proportion of water to make the noodles more firm, and adding an outdoor drying process to make the noodles in a semi-dry state that is easy to store, and then sprinkle with a little A thin layer of dry powder, spread on a layer and then a layer of oil paper for isolation, can be stored without changing the flavor too much.

However, this method is fine in winter, but definitely not in summer. No matter how much dry powder is sprinkled, as long as there is moisture in the noodles, they will rot. There would be other ways, and he wasn't too worried.

By the time the brothers had finished eating, it was already dark, and the small dim oil lamp was still in the kitchen. Qiao Ling was boiling water to wash dishes, and Qiao Yu rolled up his sleeves and kneaded a large basin of noodles.

If you want the noodles to be strong and delicious, the proofing process is very important. It is winter and the dough itself does not proof fast, so Qiao Yu usually kneads the noodles at night, and then gets up early in the morning before rolling out the air, and the dough will wake up Hair just right.

After Qiao Ling washed the dishes and tidied up the stove, he obediently held the oil lamp beside Qiao Yu to help him illuminate, while talking to him casually.

After the dough was kneaded, Qiao Yu covered the dough with a layer of damp cloth to prevent the water from leaking, and then put a heavy stone tile on it. After cleaning everything, he closed the door of the stove, and talked to Qiao Ling. After peace, they went back to their houses.

Before going to bed, Qiao Ling carefully took out the money bag his brother gave him and touched it, a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.